Hoboken. I got really drunk and ended up here, while my friends looked for me. Apparently I told them that "I just ********ing love views when I'm hammered", but I don't remember it.
--If I remember my middle school math, since pigs eat vegetables and bacon is pork then bacon is a vegetable. --The greatest thing MTV has done in the past ten (15?) years or the only good thing they've done in that time? An archive that will eventually have every video (even live stuff) they've ever shown. --I've missed you basketball. --I had to wake up at 5:00am this morning. It's cold and dark that early in the morning. --I've got to have this book. Free Darko is the bacon of basketball writing. Only an insane Korean would turn it down in favor of spinach.
You're excited by those? Uh. Wow. Yeah, I can sure see why! - Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! Cat's diary Day 983 of my captivity... My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously mentally challenged. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................ - I have some great pictures from last night. I mean, great pictures. That I don't really even remember taking. Wow.
I'm going to post a sign on my door tomorrow that says: "I will not contribute to the obesity epidemic that is plaguing this country. I do not, and will not, have any candy to give you." I just don't feel like buying candy.
Oh, sure, now there's a post telling me where the hell it is. (Only Nica, Ian, and Liz are gonna get that)
That should be our mission for this weekend: find Grimaldi's. -- Ross, your newspaper is commie because it wouldn't allow the kids at my job access when they were trying to find current event articles.
--Don't be a wuss. Man up and let those kids know you're a cheap bastard. --"Charlie, come out here and get your whoopin'" --I didn't know Chick-Fil-A has soup. --I drank too much coffee today. My tummy feels weird. --I love LOL NFL:
-- Maybe my sister isn't as much of a moron as I thought she was. When my mom was visiting her last weekend, I called at the time my sister was showing Mom online clips of Tina Fey as Sarah Palin. -- Mom, like Palin, was also a small-town mayor. But she is not impressed with Palin in the least. -- I'm normally not in favor of perfumes, but if they came out with one that smelled like a California fruit stand, it would be the best perfume in the history of perfumes ever. -- College football is fun, but let us not ignore the many positives of college volleyball, either.
I like this idea. And hell, if I'm navigating, it will take the whole weekend! And we'll get to see Maine!!!
I only need to lose one more pound so that I can quit this friggin' diet. And that one pound is not. coming. off. I'm almost to the point of cutting off a finger and calling it done.